Page 143 of Joey

“Fuck!” My walls ripple and squeeze around him, and that makes him work harder, fucking me like a man possessed. His animalistic grunts and growls in my ear make my head spin. I’m an addict and he’s my only drug of choice.

“I can’t ever sate this fucking need to be inside you. Every single time I fuck you feels better than the last. I’m addicted to you. You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

Oh, dear holy mother of all that is divine. “M-Max.”

“That’s it, come for me. My good fucking girl.”

“Yes,” I breathe as I fall forward against the desk.

Max lies on top of me, driving into me one more time. “Motherfucking Christ, Joey,” he grunts before he bites down on my shoulder through my shirt. His entire body tenses as his cock pulses inside me, filling me with his hot cum.

I can’t help but smile. Spanking me makes him come so hard and I love it. Making him lose control like that makes me feel invincible.

He places his hands over mine, pressing them flat to the desk as he sucks in deep breaths. His wedding ring clinks against my own, and I choke on a sob. He has the sexiest hands, and I could look at them all day, but that platinum wedding ring makes them look a hundred times hotter.

“What was that for?” he asks, rubbing his nose over my neck.

“I saw your ring,” I sniff.

“My ring?”

“Yeah, whenever I see it, it makes me feel all warm and happy.”

“So, that was a happy cry?”

“Yeah.” I sigh. “I’m sorry I forgot to call you.”

“I know, baby girl.”

“I love you so much.”

“I love you more. You’re fucking everything to me, Joey. Everything. Do you get that?”

“Yes, Max, because you’re everything to me too.”

“Yeah? So the next time I ask you to check in with me and let me know you’re okay…”

“I’ll check in. I promise.”

“Good girl.” He kisses the top of my head and I push back against him, seeking the comfort of his body.

“Is my punishment over?”

“No.” He nips at my ear, and I giggle. Then he stands up straight again, pulling me with him while his cock is still inside me. “When I get home tonight, I want you naked and on your knees. I want to fuck that pretty little throat.”

“Hmm. That’s doesn’t sound like much of a punishment. I love sucking your cock.”

“I know you do, my naughty little slut. But when I leave you dripping for me afterward, then we’ll see how much you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Monster,” I hiss, even though I’m already melting at the thought of being home alone with him later. Max’s punishments only ever end one way, and that’s with our mutual pleasure. The longest he’s ever been able to deny me an orgasm was twelve hours. Twelve torturous hours, but when he finally made me come, I swear I saw the Pearly Gates.

He slides out of me and a torrent of our cum drips down my thighs. “I wish I could fuck you some more, but I have to go back to work.”

“So do I,” I remind him.

“I know, baby. You’re doing an amazing job. I’m so fucking proud of you.” He refastens his suit pants and I turn around to face him.

“Where are my panties?”